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straight from the fridge. She approached and set the tray carefully down upon the stable floor.
    These were no meagre rations. The crusty bread was thick cut and fresh, possibly home-made and covered in bright yellow butter. Inside were fat slices of carved ham along with lettuce and cucumber. Next to the plate was a jar of English mustard, a knife, an empty glass and a serviette. For a P.O.W. it probably represented everything they needed in order to fashion a release, bribe a guard and construct a glider to get them over the border. To Leah it simply seemed like one of the most sumptuous feasts ever, and she wasted no time grabbing the bottle and gulping down great mouthfuls of the cold, gassy liquid. The woman watched her with something like scorn, but offered no admonition.
    As the captive set about the sandwiches, the captor slowly paced up and down as if running things over in her head. Leah couldn’t help but notice the woman’s behind looked even more inviting in the trousers than it had in the skirt. It stuck out in a fulsome curve and looked muscular and shapely rather than just fat - perhaps testament to the riding she obviously did. As Leah bit into the delicious thick meat of her sandwich, she couldn’t help but think of the woman displaying her lovely rump in front of her and forcing her to gorge on her buttocks as hungrily as she attacked her meal. Mrs Davies seemed to be waiting to speak, so Leah set down her sandwich and offered her full attention.
    ‘By now your husband will be aware of our demands and instructions. I hope for your sake that he does precisely as we ask. As you can see, we are completely isolated here. We get very few visitors, and most around these parts are either old friends or family, so do not expect any rescue attempts. We will communicate with your husband again tomorrow, when Huw is in the village and can get a signal from his phone. It is pay-as-you-go, by the way, so it is untraceable.’
    The woman seemed to be smugly enjoying her taste of power and Leah realised that the attention to detail of the plot certainly made her own position more precarious. Without warning, the air from her fizzy drink and scoffed sandwich suddenly made a re-appearance and she surprised herself with a little involuntary burp. She went red and clapped her hand to her mouth, whispering an apology. The woman glared at her for several withering seconds before resuming her spiel.
    ‘Your instructions are simple: do as I say and nothing else. If I see that you can behave, I will allow you into the house. I will do my best to ensure that you are looked after and protected, especially from Huw. He has a fondness for pretty girls and especially their nice tight backsides. He likes to take what I won’t give him, you see. Anyway, I will attempt to keep him away from you, although he is a crafty bastard and sometimes slips the net.’
    Leah knew she was gawping at the woman but the sudden threat had sent a shiver right through her. Even flaccid, Huw’s member had looked painfully difficult to accommodate within any passage, let alone in a rigid state and up her little bottom. Until now her panic had always been tempered with the sexual undercurrent, real or imagined, of being under this woman’s power. Now the real risk loomed of being forcibly buggered by the husband and his huge cock, and Leah could feel her most private place nervously drawing in on itself. A second sudden burp caught her before she could block it with her palm, even louder this time, punctuating the woman’s last sentence. In any other situation it would have been funny. The look of thunder spreading over Mrs Davies’s face suggested it was now anything but. She waited maybe ten stony-silenced seconds before resuming.
    ‘As I was saying, I will attempt to keep you safe. The twins will be here soon. They will be in charge of your hygiene and overseeing your day to day chores. While you are here I will expect you to work and -’
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